Father
quickly added, “Wait until they do.”
“Someone
must go first.”
Father
warned “Make them sign a treaty.”
Mother
looked wistful, “Words are only as good
As
the honor of the men who say them.”
“Maybe
so, always watch your rear.”
“Peace
is more than an end to war; it’s a state of mind,
A
place where you can live and raise your children.”
Father
laughed, “But keep your powder dry.”
In
a gentle voice, Mother added,
“It’s
really quite simple. Do not kill your
neighbor.”
“Only
if he’ll agree not to kill you,” Father snapped.
Her
face showed distress.
He
touched her cheek.
She
smiled, then looked at me.
“Do
you understand?”
“Yes.
Bless you both.”
“And
you.”
“And
you.”
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